In quiet corners of the heart I dwell, A tempest brewed where gentle whisper fell, Unwitting words like arrows swift took flight, And in their wake, the night consumed our light. Oh dearest soul, your essence lights my way, A beacon hale upon the darkest day, I never meant to cast a shadow near, But stumbled frail and fed the creeping fear. Your laughter is where sunlit gardens grow, In every shade of love, my heart does know, I vow to tender every growing vine, To weave a tapestry with threads divine. A better woman I aspire to be, With open hands and heart, embracing thee, I'll fight to mend what careless winds have torn, To love anew, as night awakes to morn.